[Boots]

Monday rush, I'm 'sposed to skip

But I just found Sunday in yo' hips

Magic in the fingertips, and lips

Electric touch, solar kiss

Thoughts wrangled up, legs tangled up

Baby do this feel good angled up?

Cain't be expressed by a sangle fuck

Wanna gently caress it and bang it up

And yo' smile just seems so comfortable

Sho' wish this clock wasn't functional

'Sposed to be punctual and not keep the boss waitin

But the sheet's sweatin and the ceiling's pulsatin

Music from the birds and cars with beat

Stop pause repeat, the stars release

Y'know most of my time belongs to the boss

Baby hold on tight, this is ours at least



[Chorus]

I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu {*4X*}

Givin head to you

"What time is it?" {*4X*}



[Boots]

Every sober mornin wit'chu is like we drunk at the Super 8

With laughin and plannin in between while we recuperate

We communicate with mouths fingers and hands

Cell phones with clocks, a thousand free minute plans

Lose me in your details, break my codes

'Til all the good breakfast spots is closed

Them rich folks gots to knows, it's 'bout controllin these minutes

They can party cause we work 'til our lower back goes

The world outside feels claustrophobic

Undercover of you is where my thoughts exploded

Now back to our ancient lost aerobics

And the study of how bodies maybe tossed and folded



{*clapping interlude*}



[Boots]

'Sposed to get up for work and ride on through

But last week he paid me with a IOU

I got to work at 9, if he don't pay me by 5

I'ma burn the place down by 5:02

Cause when we give 'em all of our ticks on the clock

They stack chips on the knot, we get pissed on a lot

We need a twist on the plot, but before we head to work

Scoot a little to the left, let me kiss on the spot



[Chorus]



{*long instrumental breakdown*}



[Outro]

"When we come together, what time is it?"

"When we respect each other, what time is it?"

"When we got our self-confidence, what time is it?"

"What time is it?"



(Babe we gotta go)

I know baby, but you know it's hard to pull away from you

cause we go together like grits and cornbread

(You silly)

You know we stick together like peanut butter and jelly

(Let's go!)

We all over each other like white on rice

(Corny)

We be in bed together like Bush and Hussein

(WHAT?!)

I SAID, we be in bed together like George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein!